"No, I'm yelling because you're a grumpy asshole half the time and every once in a while, you say something so sweet that I can barely stand it."
Clay glanced over his shoulder, scowling at her. "Are you serious? You're mad because I said something sweet?"
"I'm not mad, I'm frustrated," she corrected. "Because I never know what to expect from you."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It should be," she answered. "But it doesn't seem like it right now."
She sounded so irritated about it that Clay had to smile.
"I'll do my best to remain a grumpy asshole one hundred percent of the time."
"That doesn't make me feel any better either."
He outright laughed, picked her up, and carried her into the house.
ChapterNineteen
Dylan still hadn't addressed what Clay had yelled at her during the fight.
He said he loved her.
Just thinking about it made her stomach flutter and her heart pick up speed.
But it also freaked her out. They'd only been dating about a month. He didn't really know her. He didn't understand the dark parts of her or about the days that she would need quiet solitude because just talking to another person felt like too much work. She spent so much time with people for her job that there were days she came home and all she wanted to do was hole up and avoid anyone else.
He also didn't know that she could be a pack rat when it came to her plants and that she tried to rescue every dying pot she saw at the home improvement store. That was part of the reason she so rarely went. She couldn't afford to save them all.
Then, there was Clay. She didn't really know him either. What she knew of him so far, she loved, but she understood that she didn't know the dark parts of him yet either.
Yesterday, he demonstrated that he had a fearsome temper, which she had expected considering his usual demeanor. When his skin took on a dull green tint, it had thrown her off. And he seemed larger, as though his anger made his body grow bigger and thicker.
If she needed to be protected, she believed he could do it. Easily.
He loved her.
And she loved him.
But it was all moving too fast.
Yet every time they were together, she felt the urge to tell him. The words sat on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to escape. But she held them back.
Dylan didn't know what to do.
Then, like magic, her phone rang while she was at work.
She glanced at the screen and saw that it was Mystical Matchmakers.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ms. Hayes. This is Veronica from Mystical Matchmakers. I'm just calling to check in with you and see how things are going. It's been about a month since our last call and I wanted to see if things were going well with Mr. Dugan or if you were in a place to begin dating again."
"We're living together," she blurted out. "And he said he loved me. But I don't know what to do because it's only been a month and how in the hell can we be happy and in love in a month? There's no way it can last. It's going to fizzle. That's how things always work in relationships, right? Just when you think everything is going great, it blows up."
She stopped speaking and took a deep, shaky breath. God, had she just said all that to a woman who was practically a stranger to her? What waswrongwith her?
"It sounds like you've had a busy month, Ms. Hayes," Veronica said.
